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I’m warming up my loneliness listening to country songs

The mirror’s reflecting sincere regret

Nothing else to do but get ready for the blues

I’m boning up on sorrow; soaking up soaps and sad clowns

Stocking the pantry with whiskey and beer

Nothing else to do but get ready for the blues

I thought I was clever

Then you told me again, “Never!”

Black letter day

I let you drift away

I’m dusting off old photographs; slow dancing with the past

I’m up in the attic downhearted ‘bout you

Nothing else to do but get ready for the blues


© 2005 - David Shapireau